The Chess Match began.
Sword God and Medicine Elder went to a room that had already been prepared and sat down comfortably to play chess.
As the chess witness, Kong Xuyi supervised the scene and exercised the authority of referee.
Everyone else withdrew. The two of them each kept one disciple behind to attend to them.
In other words, the real "battlefield" only had five people.
Everyone else was in the hall, watching the match through a large screen.
It was an overhead image of the chessboard. Black and white stones were placed in turn, clear at a glance.
The Tang Sect, Kong Family, Sword Saint, and Yan Zhao Sect—these four factions had their own exclusive viewing rooms and could watch the match through connected television screens.
Lu Chengwen and Zhao Ritian knew next to nothing about Go.
Long Aotian was an expert in chess. After watching a few opening moves, he was deeply drawn in.
Lu Chengwen only knew some basic rules; anything deeper went right over his head. Zhao Ritian was even worse. After sitting for only a few minutes, he had almost finished off all the snacks and fruit in the room.
Long Aotian turned back irritably and glanced at him. "Can you be quiet for once?"
Zhao Ritian raised his head. Strangely enough, he did not argue back. Instead, he froze. "Sorry. I'll... go outside to eat."
Long Aotian rolled his eyes at him and continued watching the game.
Lu Chengwen leaned closer, grinning cheekily. "Senior Disciple Brother, can you understand it?"
Long Aotian shook his head. "When immortals play chess, no one can understand it. Their slaughter isn't only on the chessboard."
"What do you mean? They're using internal energy?"
Long Aotian glanced at Lu Chengwen. "The pace has slowed. The real contest has begun."